First day of school, again

As opposed to everyone else here, I do not look up when the door opens. I do not wonder if anyone coming through the door is someone that I know, or someone that I worked with, or someone that I went to high school with. I am not in this class a few months after graduating from high school, or a few months after finishing last semester.

And yet, I do not feel any older than any of the other students in the classroom. That may have more to do with the fact that everyone feels old when they have to get up at 5:45 in the morning. Or it could be that everyone is quiet, as we are waiting for the professor to arrive. With no one talking there is no voice to use to gauge any of these peoples ages, no subject or context to measure their years. Of course, I have also never been very good at measuring age by a person's looks either.

Age in general seems to be a flawed way to determine how old someone is. I am 29 years old, but I certainly do not feel that old. Than again, how old is 29 supposed to feel? I recently had a birthday, but I do not feel any older than I did at 28, 27 or 26. I know that I look older, show outward signs of how much this poor body of mine has been put through by my heart and mind. Is it just our body that ages, or does our consciousness age with it? Does it age at a different pace, slowed down not by time but by the events that we live through? Or is it ageless, something that will go on when our body fails around it?

Or am I just really, really tired? Does this train of thought mean that I should never pass on breakfast? Maybe. Maybe not.